A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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tumse jab bate shuru hui

उस एक दिन जब बातें शुरू हुई तुमसे लगा �

Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the

Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the

Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha

Wo mile is kadar

I Am Worthy

I am worthy. There is nothing

that can or will happen today that

could convince m

No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there

TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

Remeber When

Remember when we first did meet,

our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.

Remember

Sachi dosti ko ek rishta mil jata hai

प्यार को मत समझो पूरा

उसका पहला अक�

Young Love

You say you love me

you say you care

But when you look into my eyes

I see

Love More Hurts

I don't get how you can't see

All the things you did to me.

If only you knew

My Promises For You

If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,

painting your rainbows when the rains come.